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Imagine the day Sherlock and John don’t have to pretend they don’t have feelings for each other any more.
Because, yes, their feelings are returned and, no, they don’t need to hide it anymore.
au where everything’s the same but instead of idiots sherlock says “silly goose”
‘why didn’t i think of that’
‘because you’re a silly goose’
I’m going to queue this to show up everyday for the rest of my life
tbh? john and sherlock are going to be almost revolting to be around when they’re together. like truly embarrassingly in love. they’ll be in tesco picking out boxes of noodles or tinned beans or something and meet each other’s eyes and just stop and smile goofily at each other and everyone around them will be like “god right here in the bean aisle? seriously? are they for real?” but they are for real and they just will be that way literally all the time
Yep, and they won’t even notice anyone else around them. <3
john and sherlock: we can find something to open the handcuffs and turn on the lights and wait in a lit room sitting apart with no handcuffs locking our hands together
john and sherlock: OR
- John can peel an orange in one long strip within an average 20 seconds
- One time Sherlock woke up at 4:00am from a long, post-case nap to the sound of John on the phone, talking loudly in Pashto and laughing.
- Sherlock is not sure what John said, but the Met dispatcher who used to glare ice picks at him now waves and says “How are you holding up, dearie?” every time he walks in.
- John can name any actor on television within 1.3 seconds, even just by voice or a partial view of the face.
- John can make any room feel comfortable. They were once trapped in a locked vault for the night, and despite his annoyance and fear, John had balled their coats into a little sitting area, hung his vest over the glaring emergency light, and coaxed Sherlock into a four-hour deduction game.
- John can distract Mrs. Hudson for a truly remarkable length of time, long enough to dispose of a lab pig properly even.
- John can crack his left ankle indefinitely.
- John can carry on a full conversation while sleeping. Almost got him to confess where the cigarettes were stowed.
- John can sleep anywhere. He says he learned it in the army but after their night in the vault Sherlock now knows it began much earlier when John had to work nights during the school year to keep Harry fed.
- John can go from furious to laughing if you know the right keyword.
- John can look across a busy crime scene, catch Sherlock’s eye, and answer whatever need he finds there. Lestrade has given up trying to figure out how.
- John knows which nights to stay up a bit later, to keep the telly on at a dull murmur, to make meaningless comments and human noises as Sherlock sits like stone a few feet away.
- John can’t summon taxis or figure out the quickest route between two opposite sides of London, but he can make the tube rattle a little quieter and the streets feel a little warmer.
- John stays. Despite all logic and after everything that has happened, everything that Sherlock has done, he stays.
Sherlock doesn’t even know he’s a romantic. He doesn’t know how romantic it is to use forensics, math, and human anatomy to plan out a stag night based on places of significance to him and John. He doesn’t know how romantic it is to go their entire relationship not commenting on their relationship only to give a 90-minute speech about how John is your best friend who you’re wholly committed to and who is more interesting than your life’s work. But Sherlock thinks he’s being reasonable, logical, matter of fact because he is. His love for John is a cold hard fact.
So many people need to understand that just because Sherlock showed his love differently than you would, it doesn’t mean he didn’t show it.
i will never, ever be over the blatant cupid imagery with mike stamford literally holding a fucking pink love potion after introducing the boys
This ^
today sherlock woke john up with a kiss that tasted like coffee and two cold hands creeping underneath his sleep shirt. s’too early bumble, john had said, but sherlock had only hummed and kissed him again, then pressed his cold nose into the underside of john’s jaw. why’re you so cold, john had asked, waking up enough to pull sherlock closer, throwing half the blanket over him.
been outside, sherlock said. john, he goes on, and his voice is full of awe and wonder, it’s snowed.
john blinks his eyes open; there is that peculiar damp of snow in sherlock’s hair, snowflakes melting to make his curls look like they’ve been dewed over. his cheeks are pink. his eyes sparkle. you’re a toddler in the snow, did you know that, john groans, tugging him closer, shifting sherlock’s cold hands up into his armpits where they can get warm. everyone else in london will be miserable all day.
i don’t care about anybody else in london, sherlock tells him. i only care about you, and me, and it’s like magic out there. there’s a beat, and then he adds, and mrs hudson too. of course.
of course, john agrees. i suppose you’ve been down getting coffees from speedy’s then. he can’t smell anything from the kitchen, so it must’ve been speedy’s–an excuse to go outside, obviously. don’t suppose you picked up breakfast too, did you?
almond croissants for me, sherlock says, giving him another quick kiss, and a sausage roll for you. you’d best get up if you want it hot.
john hums; he does want it hot, but he wants sherlock warm too, and he wants to just enjoy this a moment, sherlock’s cold nose and cold hands and heavy weight, the smell of snow in his hair and the prospect of a lazy day stuck indoors. in a minute, he says, wrapping his arms around sherlock’s shoulders. just give me a minute.
sherlock does.
*john and sherlock sleeping*
sherlock: *rolls over, stares at john for a long time until he opens his eyes*
john: what is it
sherlock: nothing
john:
sherlock:
sherlock: ok you win. do you think mrs turner’s dog has long-term feelings
john: *confused* what why
sherlock: because i fed it the left overs of my breakfast today and i’ve done nothing but think all day whether its gratitude extended past that moment
john:
john: im so glad we got married
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